Identity Crisis || Elena & Diablo
Something had bugged Diablo terribly for a few weeks now. While he had been busy with his constant visits to Melaenis in an attempt to control his curse and his new temporary home at Barrell’s, not to mention sporadic visits to a particular barn on the outskirts, he hadn’t left his routine of observing the comings and goings of Swynlake.
If one were to need information about where a specific person had been at a specific time of the day, particularly when they didn’t want to be seen, they would be right to ask the black bird nobody really paid any attention to. Diablo was able to come and go without any trouble, and he often knew more than the average Swynlaker.
Another thing he knew that they didn’t was that royalty was among them. From the moment he saw Princess Elena talking in the streets to one Gabriel Núñez - who he knew to be an out-of-place Avalorian Royal Guard for months - the bird decided to keep an eye on her. He knew who she was: In life, Shuriki spoke of her and her family plenty. However, if the witch was dead (Because she was, right...?), what could the Crown Princess be doing there? Her existence in Swynlake filled Diablo’s head with questions that he did not know how to respond any more.
It was one rather cold night when he finally decided to make contact. It was one of the nights the princess was out and about. She went to the Court, as far as the bird could tell, and so she would be home soon. He’d been watching for a while, and he knew fairly well. With the intention to remain as inconspicuous as possible, he made his way into the apartment building, and sat within the small elevator, waiting for her arrival, as a simple black bird silently standing in the corner.
